Recently heartbroken,Raine Daniels arrives
home in Las Vegas, Nevada, to help with her parents’ fortieth anniversary party
only to discover they are planning to separate as soon as the last guest walks
out the door. Everything she thought she knew—her very foundation is rocked to
the core.

When she learns that Alexander, the sexy
stranger she’d sat next to on the plane, is really the god of love, Cupid—she
asks for his help, but he declines. The god of love, now long divorced from
Psyche and living on earth among mortals, no longer believes in love.

Raine decides to take matters into her own
hands, even if a god tells her she’s wrong.
With her life falling apart around her and the solution seemingly within
her reach she dares to try and make everything better. Unfortunately, she’s
unprepared for the consequences of stealing Cupid’s bow …

From
a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to
write novels. She particularly enjoys
writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited
fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and
has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria
and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she
works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes
romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs;
Shimmer and Penny.

From the corner of her eye, the back of a blond head, paired with
broad, strong shoulders, caught her attention.

She knew who it was instantly.

Alexander was walking up ahead of them in the same direction. Her
entire being zeroed in on him at once and she felt her pulse spike.

Jane was saying something to her, but all of her attention was tied
up with trying to see his face. He’d moved off to the side now, and it looked
as though he was watching someone intently. Actually, a couple of someones—a
man and a woman. On the surface it looked like he was strolling along casually,
but she could not mistake the intensity of his gaze on them. It seemed
almost…predatory. Was he following them?

Both her mom and her aunt walked so slowly it was almost an agony
for her. She didn’t want to lose sight of him. But there was nothing she could
do. If she tried to make them hurry, it would spark questions from all three.
And the most likely result of her telling them why would be her mother flagging
Alexander down in a loud voice, which would be embarrassing.

Jane continued to chatter away, but Raine still couldn’t focus on
her cousin.

Up ahead she saw that the man and woman had stopped next to a
fountain. The man was saying something. From the look they shared, it seemed to
be one of those special moments. Alexander stopped, too. He was leaning
casually against a pillar watching the couple.

The man Alexander watched sank down on one knee while retrieving
something from his pants pocket.

Alexander changed his stance at the same time. Out of nowhere a bow
appeared in his hands. He quickly notched an arrow from the right side of the
quiver on his back. He drew and took aim, gazing along the shaft of the arrow.

From what she could see there was only one target apparent in that
direction: the woman.

As he released the arrow, a scream rose from within her, but the
sound caught in her throat. The gleaming shaft streaked across the space and
sunk deep into the woman’s chest, emitting a shower of golden sparks on impact.
A second arrow struck the man as well and another cloud of gold erupted. She
stopped walking and, since their arms were linked together, Jane did, too.

“Did you see that?” Raine asked.

Jane glanced at her. “See what?”

She pointed in the direction and her cousin peered up ahead.

“What is it, Raine?”

Her cousin wasn’t reacting at all and neither had either of their
mothers. And none of the people that had passed right by the scene of the crime
were disturbed. She looked again at the couple, afraid of what she might
see…and blinked.

There was no blood. No body lay on the floor. No arrow shaft stuck
out from either of them. Quite the opposite. The woman was unharmed and glowing
with happiness. She had accepted the ring and the man was now swinging her
around in joy.

“Did you mean the couple getting engaged?” Jane asked. “Oh yes, it
happens all the time here.”

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